Apologies for not updating the blog more frequently but finding time to update the blog is infrequent.

So, what's happened since my last post?  Kevin and I headed to a small island north-east of Phuket called Koh Phangnan.  Our reason for visiting the island was singular.  Every full moon the island hosts a massive beach party that can draw up to 10,000 people during the peak season.

  Getting to Koh Phangnan was rough.  We took a 6 hour bus to Krabi followed by an overnight ferry to the island.  We arrived in Krabi around 6:30pm.  Kevin was dead tired and I was recovering from a bad meal I ate in Bangkok's domestic airport.  The bus drivers first told us to get off the bus, then seconds later told us to stay.  We looked outside to see our bags being off-loaded!  We rushed off the bus and the driver told us we were to wait for a minibus to pick us up and drive us to the pier.With all the mixed messages we were receiving the both of us were extremely confused.  However, we had our bags and we had our tickets, so we nodded our heads and waved the bus driver off. 

As the bus pulled away, a tuk tuk driver approached us and asked where we were going.  We responded by telling him our destination was the pier and the night boat.  I pulled out our ticket and transportation voucher and he scanned the documents intently.  After looking over the documents for a minute, all the while mumbling things in Thai, he told us because the local office of the tourist company we booked through was closed for the day we would need to wait until morning to take the ferry.  Kevin and I were immediately dubious of his claims.  The tuk tuk driver went on to claim that we should rip up our ticket and find accommodation for the night.  Being the clever, seasoned travelers we are, we looked over the ticket and the voucher to glean more information.  The ticket had a cell phone number penciled in on the top right.  I immediately dialed the number and spoke with a representative from the company we booked our trip through and was informed someone would pick us up in a few minutes.  We smiled and ignored the insistent Tuk Tuk driver.  Within a few minutes a pickup truck pulled up and a man asked if we were the two stranded travelers.  Kevin confirmed he worked for the our travel company and we jumped in the bed of the truck and were driven to the pier.

We grabbed a quick bite to eat, and I ate the saltiest beef and chicken tacos I have ever had.  I think the cook thought salt could replacing seasoning when making Mexican food.  Totally wrong.  The meal was semi-expensive and could have been better.  It was only 8:30 and departed at 11:30 so Kevin and I goofed off for a couple hours.  We piled on the boat at 11:30 and found our sleeping assignments.  There were 72 people crammed in to a space designed only for 40.  We were elbow to elbow and space was a premium.  We met a three American's who were bunking around us.  I can't remember their names but I do remember two of them were medical students from Minnesota and the other was a blogger from Florida who'd been living in Thailand for 3 years.  We were all heading to the Full Moon Party so we plied the Floridian for information about the party.  As the ferry got up to speed Kevin and I agreed it was time to sleep.  We'd been traveling for the majority of the day and we were both exhausted.  I popped a Xanax and passed out.